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Irene Adler (makethembeg) wrote in wariscoming,

"Oh I've thought about it, yes. I can't help but wonder when I encounter someone so...unique. But I don't think about you in that way. Subtle difference, but an important one, in my line of work." She paused for a split second, wondering should she rise to his bait. Why not - if he wanted to do it he probably could, and there was no backing out of the situation now. "I'd make terrible shoes I imagine. Perhaps a nice handbag. But then I'm a little attached to my skin, I think it looks best where it is."

She glanced over the menu as he continued, but put it down after a few seconds. "More besides? Oh do elaborate, I'm intrigued..." she raised an eyebrow, wondering what he meant. And wondering how much he'd bothered to learn about her while he was her 'consultant' - was he expecting a prep school brat, who dominated by dint of insult and intimidation, and broke when confronted? Or a scene amateur, who'd risen through the ranks because of her looks and not much else?

As to which sex was easier to dominate... "Men, usually. Though there have been some notable exceptions. The men just tend to be more desperate, more eager to bend to my will. Women are usually more cunning. But it all comes down to the individual in the end, of course."

When he highlighted their apparent difference in methods she couldn't help herself - she threw her head back and laughed genuinely (a rarity for her). "Pure and simple lust? You insult your own intelligence if you think I only use lust, Mr Moriarty. You think they come to me because they want me in their bed? You think I control them with my looks and not my words? If it was that simple they'd pay a high class whore - take that new arrival as an example. Most of them don't get to touch me, let along shag me." She said the last part with disdain, the crude word deliberately chosen to highlight her point.

"No. I get into their darkest fantasies and fears and I deconstruct them. I give them what they need and then they belong to me, and I don't need to know what they'll die for. I know what, deep down, they live for. And that is worth more than any external knowledge if you wish to control someone. I can sink their boat with a word, and that word doesn't have to be 'shoot'."

She finished with a smile, realising that she wasn't entirely maintaining her usual composure and hoping she hadn't gone too far; but she couldn't help herself. Simple?! Her work was anything but simple. She glanced towards the window for a split second before returning to her perusal of the menu, wondering if she'd be the next on his list of sunken ships, to continue his choice of metaphor.

"Merlot would be perfect, thank you. I was contemplating the fillet, and it should go nicely."